“How did you do it?”
“Who is this?” I ask, even though I recognize Christopher’s voice. I tap the speaker button on my cell phone and place it on the edge of the sink.
“You know perfectly well who this is. How did you do it?”
A few minutes before I pulled my perfect batch of patties out of the oven, I got a phone call from Mr. Foster. He’d decided to sign his lease after all. He was pretty sure the Makaos were going to sign theirs too. This call is confirmation they went through with it.
“My assistant says she got a call late this evening. Three additional tenants are signing their leases,” he says before I have a chance to speak.
I wipe the condensation from the bathroom mirror and lean in to examine my tired eyes before answering him. “Hello, Christopher. I’m great, thanks,” I say,
